Dear Diary
So I wanted a trip to the vet today, just about as much as I wanted a hole in the head. Guess what. I got both.
I left the house looking like an episode of CSI this morning. I managed to spread blood on three couches and along the carpet. Then, because I was extra sore I peed on Mom's bed. She woke up to that. I think she was just a little horrified. I think she mentioned something along the lines of it being her new duvet and favourite cover.
Now, I am an experienced fellow when it comes to the vet. And I know just what to look out for. It is called The Basket. When The Basket comes out, nothing good happens. When Mom brought out The Basket, I snuck in under the bed where no one would be able to get me, but they tricked me. Mom brought me some fish in a bowl, and all my resolve to not leave the safe spot crumbled and I went to eat. Snap! Caught! And in The Basket I was and then off to the vet.
I really hate the way the vet smells. And they always have to look at, poke and prod at the sore spots. And I am not even going to mention the violation that happens with the thermometre. Anyway, it was deemed that I was to stay for a few hours while they knocked me out and fixed my head up. Mom was a right ball of nerves because I am otherwise known as Houdini as I have escaped from the vet in the past, while under sedation and with a drain in my neck. Yeah... That was an adventure. It took me 16 days to get home. But I will leave that story for another day.
Mom came to fetch me after school. I could actually hear her heart race when she paid for my visit. She mentioned something like, she could have bought 25 books for that price, but it isn't as though I wanted to go in the first place.
I think I should go and sleep off my headache - or eat something. I am starving. I have already convinced Mom to give me two chicken breasts for supper and I am working on getting the third. I think I deserve it as I now look like a skinhead, I mean, a Siamese cat - with a hole in the head.
My life sucks.
PS: I wanted to take a selfie and put in in here, but Mom said no. She said that people miht be eating when they see the picture - whatever that means.
